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Re: What are you listening to? [V.9]

by rahma » Fri May 02, 2014 11:35 am

Aren't they?
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❝Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.❞

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Re: What are you listening to? [V.9]

by just peachy! » Fri May 02, 2014 11:36 am

Twins omg
We're listening to the same thing at the very moment. (o.o)

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Re: What are you listening to? [V.9]

by sneeze » Fri May 02, 2014 11:54 am

all along the watchtower ; jimi hendrix

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Re: What are you listening to? [V.9]

by rahma » Fri May 02, 2014 11:57 am

Wow, really? That was unexpected and awesome x-x. I'm listening on Spotify ;)
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❝Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.❞